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Wait! Come back!

No, don't do this!

Aah! Stop!

Aah! Aah!

What's up, Austin!

That's my sister right there.

Hayley, you rock!

We have a little song about obsession.

Aah!

It was always me and my brother.

We used to hide under my bunk bed.

I'd come up with a line.

Jack would pluck a melody out of the air.

But then the songs started to work.

So we packed up the truck and moved to L.A.

Whoo! Oh, my God!

The music was like our secret place.

And Jack and I were two halves of the key.

And we walk towards the fire.

Ready to erupt.

Nothing could hurt us.

Because Jack and I had each other.

And then I met Carter.

- Hi. - Hi.

He's a journalist, not a musician.

But he loved my lyrics, my words.

Things happened really fast.

Pregnant with twins.

Beautiful.

I was 19.

Carter's daughter Lila was our flower girl.

She lives with her mom half the time.

Jack was our best man.

Do you cherish her?

- Of course. - Cherish her.

Of course.

Jack!

- I love you. - I love you too.

Bye.

Okay.

Bye!

Carter and I were baby Bjorning it.

Jack was busy doing what rock stars do.

we got Willie Nelson coming to our show.

Gonna get high with Willie.

Give it to me.

Jack. Jack.

Jack. Go fucking call an ambulance!

He's od-ing.

Baby, wake up.

I don't know if it was the hand of fate

or if I'd abandoned him.

The guilt pulled me away from my husband

and my kids.

It took months before I even started to write again.

But then the lyrics just poured out of me

like a volcano.

And then all the songs

ended up being about Jack.

I like your new hair. Blond.

Kind of like a rock-angel thing going on.

Yeah. Yeah.

So how do you replace someone

as special as your brother on guitar?

Well...

Uh...

Enzo is--is great.

Annie heard him playing in a bar.

At the audition, it turned out

he knew all of our songs really well.

Enzo sort of looked like my brother.

- Rock and roll. - You got it, baby.

You'll hear him. He's coming on--

I'm so sorry, guys.

The limo's here. We can meet at a place...

Yeah.

Nobody can replace my brother.

That's--that's not what this is about.

This album is just my way of honoring him.

Well, I look forward to hearing it.

Thank you.

Hiya!

Oh! Oh!

This is my ball! Ha ha.

How'd it go?

Well, I think we have ourselves another spin cover.

- Fingers crossed, right? - Mm-hmm.

- All right, thanks again. - Thank you. Bye.

- Oh. Put that in the car? - Yeah. Hurry up.

I'll just be a sec.

Say goodbye to your mother.

Wow! Good hug.

I'm going to miss you guys.

I love you.

You guys go with Mrs. R. Now, okay?

I'm going to go say goodbye to daddy.

Mmm.

You okay?

- Yeah. Just... - Yeah?

Never perform without Jack.

Well, it's Austin. It's your home turf.

Say your byes. Let's do this.

- Bye. - Bye.

Johnny!

Hayley!

Open.

- Ahh. - Ahh.

- Highly inflamed. - Yep.

You need to moderate your drinking--

Let's just administer the shot, okay, doc?

Just a little numbing spray.

Okay. So this is going to go down your nose.

There we go.

Say "ahh."

- Ahh. - A little prick.

Thank you, Austin.

Y'all are awesome.

So our new album came out today.

And we're going to play a new song off of that.

This is for Jack.

Thank you so much, Austin.

Give me a second. Yeah?

Uh, did you hear the applause on "half of me"?

Yeah.

No. There wasn't any.

Sometimes the new ones take time to grow on you.

You know that.

Okay? Smile. It's your party.

Hayley, can you sign this for me, please?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Big fan.

Can you kiss that too with the black?

I'm sorry?

Just put on the black lipstick and kiss it.

Uh, that's not really my color.

Just put the lipstick on, okay?

Hey! She said it's not her color.

Hey!

Come here!

Hayley!

Hayley, come back here!

I better walk you to your room just in case.

Okay.

Do you--

do you want to come and hang out for a little bit

or is--is that awkward?

Come on, girlfriend.

Who's going to worry about me?

Okay.

You shouldn't look at that.

Yeah, well, I try not to, but...

This guy has written, like, half a fucking novel

about how I don't have any talent left.

The new songs are too sentimental,

and they don't have any edge.

Hayley, don't read the blogs.

I mean, even the douche bag from spin hated it.

Like, of everything I've done,

you would think that this time

they would have a little more compassion.

You can't take this personally.

Well, I wrote, like, half a dozen songs

about the death of my brother. It's pretty personal.

Hayley...

You already got one going over there.

Yeah, I do.

Look, maybe you just need someone

to bounce some stuff off of.

Like you and Jack did.

Come on, sit down.

I am going to give you a neck rub.

My little goody bag.